Page 26 of Killian
“Ellie. Open your eyes.”
“No,” I responded.
“Babe.” I felt his body move like he was chuckling so, of course, I had to open my eyes to see him. Sure enough.
Laughing.
Well, I didn’t find this funny. “There is nothing to laugh about.”
“Ellie, you tryin’ to block me out is fuckin’ funny. You should know it won’t work.”
A growl came up throat. “It could! If you weren’t you! This would absolutely work!” I fired back, not liking that he was amused by everything that had happened today. There was nothing to be amused about. Nothing!
“Gorgeous, all that shit in your head, we’ll get it sorted.”
“Stay out of my head!” I had the sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t listen to, and I was right because his grin grew wider. Dammit.
“Want you in my bed tonight,” he ordered, and I realized the hours had swiftly passed in the chaos of our evening.
Umm. No. “Fuck no.” His bed was not my bed, and I was all about staying in my own lane from now going forward.
“Either you come, or I find you and make you come.”
“You can’t make me do a damn thing.”
His brows lifted, making me rethink that statement. I was thinking he would even if he had to tie me up and carry me. Which I figured, being the macho-tough-guy he was, he would without hesitation.
“Thinkin’ you aren’t following along. You said crayon style before so, Ellie, here ya go. My cock was just inside you. Means you’re mine. I protect what’s mine. And at my place, the Bakers of the world will stay the fuck away. That I can fuckin’ promise.”
I felt my eyes narrow. “Yeah. We need to talk about that.”
“Gotta run. Got shit to do.” He released me abruptly, rolled off the bed, and pulled on his jeans sans underwear. That was a vision I did not need to be thinking about all damn day, but I feared it would be burned in my retinas forever.
“So do I, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t come back.” I bit out each word. Yeah, it was a lie. I did want him to come back; only I knew continuing this would end in disaster.
“Oh, you want me back.” He tugged on his black long-sleeved tee, covering up all the beautiful ink on his arms. That was a shame. “You want me to fuck you … again.”
“You asshole,” I growled, tossing my feet over the side of the bed and wrapping my body in the sheet that I pulled with me.
“Call me whatever you want. Just call me.” He smirked like the cocky bastard he was. “My numbers are programmed in your cell.” When the hell did he have time to do that? “And you and I both know exactly where you want me.” He came to me, kissed my lips, then was gone. I didn’t even hear the front door close. Not caring, I raced to the front door and locked the deadbolt. In the quiet and semi-darkness of my house, I let the thoughts cascade through my mind.
“So, Ellie. You just fucked a super-hot badass of a man and had the hardest orgasm you’ve ever had. How are you going to get out of this one?” I asked myself.
I had no answer.
